My creator made me with electricity, thread, and an iron will. His masterpiece, his showgirl, his monster of the night. The head of this circus from hell may adore me, but the rest of the circus? They loathe me. Especially the leader of the clowns, Spiral, who wants me dead.

Well, more dead. He hasn’t figured out how to kill the already-deceased girl yet.

I’m permitted to hunt, eat, and kill one audience member per show night to satisfy my corrupt cravings. But that desperation to feed off fear and human flesh slowly morphs into something much more feral, addictive, and needy when I see the stepbrothers in the stands—one small, shiny, sweet, and easy; the other tall, muscled, protective, and a challenge. The crackling tension between Arlo and Micha unleashes something inside me, and I become fixated.

The ringmaster tells me he’s going away to find a new test subject. That’s when I find the creature locked away in the cage with gills and webbed fingers who asks me to free him, and I’m far too fascinated to care that I’m betraying orders.

Three of them want my legs and mouth spread. One wants me dead.

An evil clown. Two opposing stepbrothers. A caged creature. And a cannibalistic dead girl.

There’s no way for me to navigate this.

But what I do know is that once my teeth and claws sink into their flesh, there’s no going back.

"Only the dark and depraved thrive in Millstone Grove."

In a city split between two sides and their respective gangs, Anastasia fights to put the past of her family behind her. Devoted to a lonely life as a roof-jumping assassin, she thinks she has everything she needs. That is, until she’s approached with a job: kill the heir to the Vipers — a renowned gang located in North-Side — and she shall be rewarded. Alas, Shane Adamos is not all he seems, but neither is Anastasia. A fact they both find out swiftly, rushing into a world of twisted lies, forbidden lust, and sickening betrayal.

He hates her. She hates him.

Can they beat the odds stacked against them, or will they kill each other trying?

Are you ready to meet the dead girl?
I belong to Father. I don’t know who I am or where I come from, but I know that much. He takes care of me, plans every aspect of my day, and never lets me out of the castle and into danger.
I should be grateful.
Then the stranger appears, and I start feeling things I never have before. Every time he sneaks into my room under the cover of darkness, I crave to know who the man behind the shadows is.
And then he has me questioning everything I thought I knew and longing to see the face I used to recognise as my own.
Things around me are changing for the worse, but I don’t understand why.
The stranger promises me things he has no place promising: freedom, life, hope.
But Father will never let me go.
I belong to him.
That is my fate.

"Trust us, Aida."

Have you ever been kicked out of your home by your creepy landlord and left on the street with nothing more than a pair of stripper heels to your name? That’s where I find myself, until Clint and Ezra come along. They’re tall, charming, and far too handsome to be from around here. Still, they offer me a roof over my head and warm food to fill my stomach.

Everything they say speaks to my soul, and they act as though they’ve known me for years, but I’m only just meeting them...or so I think.

The catch? I have four days to figure out whether I can trust them or if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life.

"Touch me, Willow."

A new start.

That's what this was supposed to be, anyway. But do these things ever really go to plan?

I've finally left my past behind and moved into university housing, but I applied late. So did Greyson Beck, apparently. My new roommate.

Silent, distant, and seems to prefer his own company over anyone else's—the complete opposite of me. He's the exact kind of person I should stay away from, but that just isn’t me. No challenge too big and no person too scary. He must be lonely, right?

Not everything with Greyson is as it seems on the surface, and when my stalker focuses his ghostly eyes on me, Greyson's the only person I can turn to.

Or is he?